Homage to Vasko Popa

Imitation is the Highest Form of Flattery - in admiration for Vasko Popa, although I apologize for making this imitation so incredibly dark

I started writing this poem while watching the Moon;

One runs away holding her hands

towards the heavens hoping to catch raindrops

that will quench her unending thirst

and feeling hungry, I continued the next stanza;

Another watches from inside the white picket fence

chewing turnip greens and gulping Coca-Cola,

he drops to his knees, sobbing, 

and I realized I would sob also combining those

two foodstuffs,

his tears staining the bloody earth

this stanza can only come from the rather

odd lines from the great poet himself;

The third stands on the roof

looking into the distance, 

upon seeing nothing

he jumps joyfully to his death.